User blog comment:Bartholomew Bilberry Bowstring/The First of Many/@comment-26538658-20160425120739/@comment-26538658-20160428125614

In the shadows, a silver blur darted by. In his blue cloak, the tall lean figure watched, his eyes twinkling in the firelight.

Idunn Jarl struck. His battle-axe gleaming, he swung the blades around the ferret's neck, pushing him to the ground.